We are skipping one part of the Asgardian generation, which is Bor's, and since it is also stated that Buri directly sired Odin and his brothers without mention of Bor, it is fine, and it is not like Bor played any major role that Buri or Odin could not play.
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(Buri)
He paced restlessly through the grand halls of his palace in Asgard not yet made of gold or blood of countless races but the future home for his descendants, the Aesir. The tension gripped him. From the chambers beyond, cries of pain and effort filled the air, his wife, Bestla, had been in labor for days.
His hands clenched as he fought to contain his fear. For all his battles against primordial forces like Ymir and the wild, untamable beasts of the ten realms (Ender hadn't given those birds a lesson yet), none had filled him with the kind of dread he felt now. This was a fear that no blade or spell could ward off. What if something went wrong? What if their children or Besta were harmed in the process?
The weight of his role as both a husband and a father pressed heavily on him. He trusted his sisters, Gaia and Oshtur. Both were assisting with the birth, their combined powers ensured everything proceeded smoothly. But still, doubt lingered.
A familiar presence approached. Buri turned to see Ender, Herobrine the husband of his sister, as he was also known, standing calmly, his eyes glimmering with quiet reassurance.
"I don't know how you are feeling, but trust Bestla. She isn't weak, and Gaia and Oshtur will ensure their safety."
Buri let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Worried doesn't even begin to describe it. I have faced many dangerous threats, but this... this feels like something I cannot fight or control, and not to mention what if my enemies found out about this—"
Ender placed a hand on Buri's shoulder. "That fear only proves you care, Buri. It's the mark of a father and husband. But know this, I have cast a protective barrier around this palace. No malicious force, no trickster spirit, can cross its threshold. Your wife and children are safe from any outside threat."
Buri exhaled deeply, some of the tension easing from his frame. "Thank you, my friend. Still, the unknown... it gnaws at me."
At that moment, the warm glow of divine light seeped through the chamber doors as Yahweh emerged, body faintly shimmering with holy energy. He approached Buri with a serene expression.
"Bestla's pain is natural, but I have cast a soothing spell to ease the burden. While it may not be enough to nullify, it would help," Yahweh said, "Her strength is remarkable. Have faith in her, and in the life you have created together."
Buri gave a curt nod, grateful for his friend's support, yet his anxiety persisted. "I do. I trust her strength, but I can't shake the feeling of helplessness. What if... what if—"
Gaia's voice carried softly from within the chamber, calm and nurturing, as if she had heard his doubts from afar. "Buri, your love for Bestla is stronger than any force in this world or beyond. Trust her to overcome this as she has overcome so much before. Your children will be born into a world of strength and love, because of you both."
Buri took a deep breath, steeling himself. He glanced at Ender and Yahweh, both of whom stood as immovable pillars of support.
"I trust her... and all of you," he said, anxiety lessened than before. "But let me stay close. If anything happens, I must be there."
Ender's faint smile returned. "You wouldn't be anywhere else. Stay here, and soon, you'll meet the legacy you've been waiting for."
With that, Buri leaned back against the cold stone wall. The cries of pain continued, but he closed his eyes, focusing on the steady hum of Ender's protective barriers and the holy light that Yahweh had imbued into the palace.
The time stretched on, but now, though the fear still lingered, hope burned brighter in Buri's heart.
Soon, cries echoed not just through the grand halls of the Asgardian palace but across the entirety of the Ten Realms, heralding the arrival of the new generation of Aesir gods. The birth of these divine beings sent ripples through Yggdrasil itself.
(Ender)
Now that is surprising. Buri was supposed to be Odin's grandfather, not his father. Yet here I am, witnessing history playing out differently than expected. History or mythology, depending on how you frame it, never ceases to surprise me.
Bestla, Buri's wife, had given birth to four children: Cul, Odin, Vili, and Ve. That part at least aligns with what I know. But seeing it firsthand explains a lot, especially Odin's presence among the Stone Age Avengers. A god of such stature wouldn't have been there unless the timeline of his rise began earlier than commonly understood.
However, this also means that events concerning Asgard, and, by extension, the entire Ten Realms, are going to unfold rapidly. Knowing how interconnected these realms are through Yggdrasil, anything that affects Asgard ripples across all of them.
The machinations of gods, mortals, and primordial forces like the Norns are about to come into play. I'm well aware of the Norns' tendency to meddle in events through their "prophecy shit." Their cryptic declarations have a knack for creating self-fulfilling chaos. If I don't intervene, they'll probably start weaving threads of destiny that won't end well for anyone, not even them.
''ll need to pay the Norns a visit, ensure they know I'm watching, and maybe even rewrite a few threads myself if necessary. After all, who better to tweak the tapestry of fate than someone who exists outside of it? Just kidding, you don't fuck with destiny; otherwise, it will fuck you.
But first, I need to keep an eye on the newborn gods. Cul, with his hunger for power, could be trouble from the start. Odin, for all his wisdom-to-be, might already be scheming even as a child. Vili and Ve? Their roles in shaping Asgard's destiny may be more subtle, but no less significant.
As the cries of the newborns settled into soft coos, I turned to go back to Earth. Gaia would need to be present for the time being to help Bestla recover; her presence would be invaluable in aiding the new mother. For then, let's keep an eye on the early humans.
(Earth)
Returning to Earth, I immediately noticed something unusual. Atum had been wandering toward what would one day become Egypt. His movements looked suspiciously like a boy sneaking into his girlfriend's house, careful not to alert the father. It was oddly amusing, though I couldn't quite ignore the subtle pull of something deeper at play, destiny, perhaps?
Considering his nature, I figured there wasn't any immediate reason to intervene. Nothing could harm him; we'd raised him well. He's a good boy, wise beyond his years, and with a strong moral compass. Still, a cautious god is a surviving god, so I decided to send Bast to keep an eye on him.
"Better safe than sorry," I muttered, summoning her through a whisper to the winds. The last thing I wanted was to find out I had become a grandfather via some godly-level drama involving my grandchildren fighting in the future.
As I focused on Atum's destination, I caught a fleeting sense of another presence nearby. Amaunet, the goddess of air and winds, is known to be mysterious, resourceful, and... complicated.
I didn't dwell too much on her. If this was a budding romance, then fine, but just in case, I extended my senses slightly, probing for ulterior motives. What I found didn't seem malicious, yet.
Still, I'll have Bast keep tabs on her too, I thought, waving the matter aside. Atum was smart enough to handle himself, but I would rather not be blindsided if this Amaunet turned out to have intentions that extended beyond personal interest.
With that sorted, I turned my attention to other matters. "Now," I said, summoning a scrying spell, "let's see what is happening across the earth."
(Somewhere on Earth)
A young woman stood amidst a group of early humans, her movements precise and flowing. She was teaching them the basics of K'un-Lun Kung-Fu, enabling them to defend themselves from the beasts that stalked the wild lands.
Her dedication to helping these people caught my attention. It was rare to see such selflessness among mortals—or even among those from K'un-Lun, known for their isolationist ways. I continued to observe her quietly, intrigued by her resolve.
However, one day she stopped coming. Curious, I turned my attention to the mystical city of K'un-Lun itself. Bypassing their defenses was child's play, like building a dirt house in Minecraft. What I saw left me stunned.
(Fan Fei's POV)
After my 18th birthday, I was finally shown the gates of K'un-Lun. The elders spoke of the world outside as a dangerous, chaotic place, filled with nothing but beasts and nothingness. But their warnings only fueled my curiosity.
They said only we, the chosen people of K'un-Lun, were blessed by the Xians to wield Chi, a sacred gift. I believed them, at first. But doubts lingered. If there was truly nothing outside, why did the elders keep the gates so tightly shut?
I began sneaking out, slipping through the gates when no one was watching. What I discovered shocked me.
The outside world wasn't just a wasteland of nothingness; there were people, too, people who looked like us but were far weaker and more vulnerable. Yet what fascinated me most was that these people had a faint connection to Chi. It was there, like a distant ember waiting to ignite.
I couldn't understand it. Weren't we taught that only we, the chosen of K'un-Lun, could wield Chi? Yet here they were, proving otherwise.
Seeing how they struggled to survive against beasts and predators, I decided to help. I began teaching them the basics of K'un-Lun Kung-Fu.
To my astonishment, they learned the basics in a few months, while it is no big feat for K'un-Lunians it was worth noting these cavemen didn't have any prior knowledge of Kung-Fu
But my fascination or my defiance of K'un-Lun's laws did not go unnoticed. One day, as I prepared to leave I was surrounded by guards.
"You are under arrest, traitor." they declared.
I didn't resist, knowing it would only endanger the ones whom I taught. I was dragged and taken to Lei-Kung, the Thunderer.
As I stood before Lei-Kung in the sacred cave of Shou-Lao, the holy dragon, my hands remained bound in iron shackles. The guards dragged me to kneel before the fearsome beast. Its molten eyes glared down at me, unblinking and full of judgment.
"You have shared the sacred secrets of K'un-Lun with the outsiders," Shou-Lao's voice rumbled through the cave. "For this, you and your students will face death."
My heart froze at the mention of my students. I had resigned myself to my fate-I knew the consequences of my actions. But my students? The innocent people sought to protect? That was too much.
I struggled against my bindings as the guards dragged the terrified people into the cave. They were trembling, their wide eyes fixed on the dragon that loomed over them.
"No!" I shouted, my voice breaking. "They are innocent! They didn't know anything! This is my fault!"
But my pleas fell on deaf ears. Shou-Lao opened its maw, revealing rows of sharp teeth and the glowing inferno that was its breath. My students screamed as they were thrown toward the dragon.
One by one, I was forced to watch as they were consumed. The dragon's jaws snapped shut, and their screams were silenced. Each cry was a dagger to my soul. My knees hit the ground, and I could feel nothing but the roaring tide of fury and despair building within me.
When the last of my students was devoured, something in me snapped.
"You monsters," I hissed through gritted teeth. My rage gave me strength, and the iron shackles binding my wrists cracked and shattered like brittle twigs. I rose, my entire being consumed with one thought: If I am to die, I will take this wretched creature with me.
I charged at Shou-Lao, ignoring the gasps of the guards and Lei-Kung. "You will pay for this!" I screamed, leaping toward the dragon's massive ugly head with every intention of dying alongside my students.
With all my strength, I punched the dragon square in the face.
What happened next defied all reason.
My fist didn't just strike Shou-Lao, it went through him. My punch blasted through the dragon's maw, shattering teeth, and continued out the back of its head in an explosion of molten blood and fire.
Shou-Lao collapsed, its enormous body crumbling to the ground. Its glowing blood coated my hands, burning with an intensity I had never felt before. But the fire didn't consume me-it became part of me.
I staggered back, gasping, as a sharp pain seared into the back of my hand. I glanced down to see a glowing dragon-shaped mark branded onto my skin. My hands, still slick with Shou-Lao's blood, began to radiate with light. They burned, hardened, and glowed with a golden fire as if forged from living metal.
(Ender's POV)
(Ender's POV)
Watching from afar, I shook my head. This is why you don't underestimate the power of feelings. Fan Fei's resilience is... impressive.
Of course, I couldn't let those cavemen die. I had discreetly cast an illusion, ensuring Shou-Lao consumed nothing but conjured dummies. The real ones were safely hidden, unconscious but unharmed.
Still, Shou-Lao's confused expression when biting into those illusory cavemen was priceless. The dragon seemed genuinely baffled, its fiery eyes narrowing as if questioning its own existence. I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it.
"This is starting to feel like one of those tragic protagonist power-up genres," I muttered to myself. You know, the type, the ones where the main characters get stronger every time their loved ones die, or they cry dramatically over feelings. It is so overdone, yet here I am, watching it play out in real-time.
Shaking my head, I sighed. "Poor Shou-Lao," I thought, barely suppressing a grin. "The guy just wants to live his dragon life, and every time he resurrects, someone punches him in the face for a power-up. All that fire and majesty, reduced to a glorified gatekeeper's punching bag."
I glanced back at the scene, where Fan Fei now stood with glowing fists. Shou-Lao's lifeless form was still smoldering in the background. "Honestly, if I were him, I would be unionizing with other mythical beasts. 'Better working conditions for dragons', sounds like a noble cause."
Still, the irony of it all didn't escape me. Here was Shou-Lao, an ancient, mystical dragon meant to guard sacred power, and yet his existence was a perpetual cycle of getting smacked around by humans in need of a life-changing glow-up.
It wasn't just him, though, who is used for power-ups, though; there are other dragons too.
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Well, well here we got our first two members of Stone Age Avengers.
(Drop Pics)Fan Fei looks like Chun-Li btw for obvious reasons.
Powah Stones.